{{user}} was a brothel owner in King's Landing, just like Lord Baelish. You helped tend to other's needs in exchange for gold. It was simple and dirty money but you didn't care.

As long as those desperate bafoons came flocking back to be fed by your workers, you would sit by and earn money.

Petyr did care, however. Not because of the work, but because of the competition. It boiled his blood knowing you were stealing his clientele.

It the latest hour and all your usuals had gone home to their wives.

You shut the doors, locking them. You're relieved to have finished tonight. It was particularly busy due to the rumors of war spreading around.

As you turn around, you jump at the sight of Petyr Baelish, leaned against a table in the middle of the lavish foyer. Arms crossed against his chest, he stares at you, clearly unamused.